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Emperor Teebo

1 10:56pm 15/04/03

Forfeit the Game
Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can’t run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won’t last.

Points of Authority-Linkin Park

Personal Quarters,
Mon Calamari

Jeori pivoted and swung his lightsaber into the beam, deflecting it away. He spun again, this time cleaving one of the four remotes that hovered around him completely in two. He deflected two more bolts from behind his head, then spun and deflected several more aimed at his midsection. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain as a pair made it past his guard and struck him in the back. These were followed by several more in quick succession. He fell to the ground, and heard a faint beeping as the remotes deactivated.

He stood up and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was his goal to one day become a Jedi Knight, but how he would do it if he wasn’t even skilled enough to hold off a few remotes was beyond him. He slipped his lightsaber inside his uniform and sighed. He would love to keep practicing, but he had administrative details to handle.

He walked out into the brightly lit corridors of Foamwander City, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the unaccustomed brightness and made his way to the Coalition Headquarters.

Emperor Teebo

2 9:57pm 26/04/03

Coalition Headquarters,
Mon Calamari

Jeori watched as the last of the Coalition commanders filtered out of the meeting room. They had been discussing minor political matters for hour after hour.

Boring as hell.

Now only one remained, General Regrad of the Azguardian Galactic Military. He was a rather secretive type, and rarely spoke to anyone. He was a rather frightening being, at almost eight feet tall, with wickedly sharp claws, and fangs protruding from his upper jaw. Jeori knew him to be quite polite, but he had a tendency to be violent.

He and his people had been discovered by the Mon Calamari Republic several months ago, when they had encountered a distress call broadcasted by his people. They were in the middle of a civil war, with the tyrannical leader Dolash, a corrupt Azguard under the influence of one of their evil “gods”, on one side, and General Regrad on the other. Only through the intervention of the Mon Calamari Fleets at their height was a massive genocidal holocaust prevented. The corrupted Dolash was overthrown, and Regrad was put in power.

Then, when Jeori had founded the Coalition, he had invited the Azguardians to join, and to his surprise, they had accepted. They had proven crucial in the Sixth Imperial Assault on Mon Calamari, and still they left all their warships in orbit, long after the danger had passed. Jeori knew them to be quite a loyal people.

He turned away from the view screen in front him, after he finished typing metal notes to review later of several topics that had been discussed.

“General Regrad, don’t you think leaving all of your ships here is a little extreme?” Jeori said. “Mon Calamari is capable of defending itself. We aren’t defenseless.”